 My snippet this week is from Force Majeure.  Dinner with Kevin was never just dinner. However, in this case, the dinner was just as interesting as what was likely to follow. “I appreciate you both meeting me tonight.” Kevin sounded hesitant, almost nervous, setting off alarm bells in Taren’s head. Kevin was normally confident and outgoing to the point of being obnoxious. Ian flipped open his menu, looking it over. “I’ve been wanting to try this place since it opened.” There are more snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.  Force Majeure is available in eBook, paperback, through Kindle Unlimited and your local library digital catalog.    
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 This week's excerpt is from Quarry, book 2 of The Vampire Guard.  Blair stared at the laptop screen, trying to get his brain in gear and decipher what he was seeing. “What is it?” Forge asked. He moved behind Blair and laid his left hand on Blair’s left shoulder, leaning over to see the monitor. With his right hand, he reached over Blair’s other shoulder and traced points on the screen with one finger. “Are all those connected somehow?” “Yeah, they are.” Blair took his tablet and turned to the television. The map they’d studied earlier was still up. “See all these number sequences in red? They’re all networked together and could be controlled by the same person, but I’m not exactly sure what they are.” “What are all these places?” Lucas asked. “Um…there are three. This hotel, an assisted living high-rise a block over, and the shopping center Forge and I walked to,” Blair said. His stomach churned, and a chill ran through him. The first thought forming in Blair’s mind was the recent implosion he and Declan had been caught in. As if on cue, a second set of numbers were added to each of the sequences, and they turned from red to yellow. “Is that what I think it is?” Lucas asked. “If you’re thinking it’s a countdown, then yes,” Blair said hoping his voice didn’t shake. “I don’t see what else it could be.” “Those are explosives,” Sayyna said. Then added, “Dane, meet me at…” She leaned in and looked at the address of the care facility, then read it off so Dane would hear via his earbud. She turned to the others. “Dane has explosives training.” “I’ll alert the authorities here the man they have in custody is also a suspect in some bombings, but the information was never released to the public.” Dane’s voice was clear in Blair’s ear. Declan paced back and forth a few times before coming to a stop next to Blair and Forge. “I guess I’ll say it. The construction site was rigged to implode. It wasn’t simply a test of first responder time and the ability to scramble their signals. It was also an assessment of their networking and equipment.” “We’ll contact you as soon as we’re in the apartment building.” Sayyna tucked one of the radios into her bag, nodded, and turned, leaving the room. Maisy had a second radio and Lucas and Forge the other two. “Meet you there, love,” Dane said. “How much time in the countdown?” Palle’s voice was in Blair’s ear too. “Just under two hours,” Blair said. “If it doesn’t speed up or slow down.” “It takes time and planning to set up for an implosion. The equipment must be well hidden,” Forge pointed out. “Or blends in with the surroundings so no one takes notice,” Lucas added. “It’s also possible not all the buildings are set up to implode. An old-fashioned explosion will cause as much havoc,” Declan said. “How come it didn’t show up on your tracking app?” Forge asked. “They weren’t active until just now,” Blair explained. He looked at Lucas. “Can you smell explosives?” “I might if I knew what they smelled like. It’s certainly worth a try,” Lucas said. “If those are online, they’re attached to something electronic, right?” Blair nodded. “Electronics give off sound,” Lucas pointed out. “Between your nose and my ears, we might be able to find them,” Declan said. “First Blair has to contact Varian. If he needs help, he might just give up where they’re placed and what they look like,” Forge said. Blair nodded. He picked up the phone and called Varian. “If this was a test, it wasn’t very hard. Any hacker worth their salt could crack this phone,” Blair said. “True, but I’m not working with any hacker. I’ve decided to work with you.” “I’m guessing since all these signals are networked, this is some sort of trap or distraction,” Blair said. “Bright boy.” Forge wrote on a piece of paper and showed it to Blair. “Why all the different places? I get the hotel, not the others,” Blair said into the phone. “I’d think it would be obvious. There are only so many resources—fire trucks, ambulances—available,” Varian said. Blair could picture the smug smile on his face. “You’re going to kill people,” Blair said softly. “Stealing is one thing. Mass murder is altogether different.” “People die. Once the first site goes off, the hotel will close down the exhibit. Everything will be loaded into a truck and moved off-site,” Varian explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Bring me the phone.” “Where?” Blair asked. “The exhibit hall, and don’t think I won’t find you and kill you if you don’t follow my instructions.” Forge wrote another note for Blair. “I’ll have to ditch the woman I was working with. It’ll take me some time,” Blair said. “You have thirty minutes. One minute late and you won’t live to see the end of the day.” The line went dead.  Quarry is available in eBook, paperback, Kindle Unlimited and your local library's digital catalog.     Colt hadn’t expected Mal to come after him. He’d hoped it would happen but was still unprepared when Mal showed up. Phillipe was meeting him at a coffee shop and then would drive Colt back to Phillipe’s apartment. It was a nice day, so Colt decided to walk the few blocks, grab some coffee and a snack, and wait for Phillipe in a small park across the street. Hands full of his order, Colt slid out the double front door as a group of people walked in the other side. He had to hold the bag with his name on it up when a small child ran by so he didn’t bash the kid’s head with his bacon-and-cheese sandwich. Once on the sidewalk, he juggled everything in one hand for a few seconds so he could wrestle his phone from his pocket to let Phillipe know where he’d be waiting. Someone bumped into him from behind, and he almost lost the coffee and chai. “Sorry,” he grumbled, even though he wasn’t at fault. The person behind him shoved harder against his back, and Colt thought he, or she, had stumbled and fallen, using Colt to catch themselves. He started to turn around and see what was going on—possibly he could assist—when a second person pushed him from the side. “What the…?” The cardboard tray with the hot drinks tumbled from Colt’s hand and hit the pavement. Colt barely had the chance to process that when someone grabbed his arm from behind. The second person slapped the bag of food from his other hand and grabbed his other arm. He was trapped between them and hustled around the corner into an alley. Colt tried to yank his arms free and turn the tables with a few of the moves Mal had taught him. He failed miserably and ended up with his face slammed into a wall. “Look at you, all dressed up. I tried to talk to you in Nashville, but I guess you’re too good for your old buddies.” He knew that voice. The hair on the back of his neck rose, and gooseflesh pebbled his skin. A shudder ran down Colt’s spine. “Nice clothes, fancy haircut, and little Colt thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips,” a second voice sneered. Memory of pain accompanied the voice. “Saw you on TV. We want in on your scam.” “There’s no scam. It’s a legit job,” Colt ground out, then grunted at a sharp punch delivered to his lower back. His knees buckled, and he would have crumpled to the ground had his assailant not been holding him against the wall. One of the men spun Colt around and slammed him into the wall again. He squinted at his two captors. “Su-Sully?” Colt stammered. “I’m your new business partner,” Sully growled. He drew back his arm and hit Colt hard enough that his head bounced off the wall and small, bright white stars burst across his vision. “Car’s down there,” the second voice said. Colt knew it too but couldn’t put a name to that man. They dragged Colt down the alleyway, farther from the street. It ran parallel to a long, flat building with doors spaced at regular intervals. Parking lot? Colt processed the thought too slowly. It didn’t matter. Sully shoved Colt into a car and climbed in after him, jabbing a gun into his side. He put a sack over Colt’s head and tied it tightly around his neck. Then he bound Colt’s arms behind him while his partner hobbled Colt with a rope around his ankles. Panic surged through Colt, and he started shouting through the sack and throwing his body back and forth. This couldn’t happen now, not with things unsettled between Mal and him. “Shut up,” Sully snapped. He punched Colt in the stomach rapid-fire until Colt started to gag. Colt slumped into a ball, in pain and afraid.  Whiskey and Moonshine is available in eBook, paperback, Kindle Unlimited and your local library digital catalog.     Update:
After my initial review I was offered an edited copy of this book. I was happy to re-read and review again and interested to see what changes were made. I'm sorry to report the quality of writing is not what I would expect from a professional author who states in his bio he has a master degree in creative writing and a professional editor. There were some changes to the story that probably enhanced it. However the quality of writing after editing still remained poor. There are phrases and sentences that don't make sense. There are POV and tense changes within scenes. One set of repetitive phrases were traded for another. Character statements landed, the word 'architecture' was used to describe circumstances, characters either performed or didn't perform their actions, I could go on. There are still pages of exposition that bog down the story. It was difficult to maintain any emotional connection to the characters because I was rarely shown what they feel, I was only told how they felt. Had I not agreed to re-read and review this would have been a DNF for me. Read the original review HERE. My snippet this week is from Whiskey and Moonshine! Parking lot? Colt processed the thought too slowly. It didn’t matter. Sully shoved Colt into a car and climbed in after him, jabbing a gun into his side. He put a sack over Colt’s head and tied it tightly around his neck. Then he bound Colt’s arms behind him while his partner hobbled Colt with a rope around his ankles. Panic surged through Colt, and he started shouting through the sack and throwing his body back and forth. This couldn’t happen now, not with things unsettled between Mal and him. “Shut up,” Sully snapped. He punched Colt in the stomach rapid-fire until Colt started to gag. Colt slumped into a ball, in pain and afraid.  Whiskey and Moonshine is available in eBook, paperback, Kindle Unlimited and your local library digital catalog. There are more snippets to be found in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.   This week's excerpt is from A Barlow Lens, book 2 of Circles. Wyatt twisted his torso and repeated his flexing and extending exercises of a few minutes ago. Hopefully between that and the effects of adrenaline, he’d be able to move and fight efficiently if the need arose. Val groaned again, louder this time. When Wyatt turned back to look at him, he saw Val lift one hand sluggishly to his forehead. He wasted no time getting back to Val’s side, setting the flashlight on the floor beside him. “God, Val, this is all my fault. I’m sorry. So sorry,” Wyatt said. He knelt and slipped one arm under Val’s shoulders, then helped him to sit up. “What are you…? How is…? Sorry for what?” Val rubbed his head and looked around. “We’re inside the storage unit.” “I lost my temper and threatened Kevin.” Val squinted at him and quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you I thought that was hot?” Wyatt grabbed Val around the waist and hoisted him to his feet. “We gotta get outta here before he comes back. What do you remember?” “Uh, he shot you with a Taser. I guess that’s what it was. You looked like you were having a seizure.” Val’s face paled, and his voice trembled. “I think technically that’s what was happening.” Wyatt gave Val a squeeze and tried to laugh a little, but it came out weak. “I jumped Kevin from behind, which I found out too late was a bad idea. He’s like some ninja sumo wrestler. You guys are fuckin’ scary sometimes,” Val said. “You actually jumped on his back?” Wyatt asked. When Val nodded, Wyatt continued, “Don’t ever do that. You really just give your opponent the upper hand.” “Thanks, now you tell me. He had the advantage all right. I can kick ass virtually, but in real life, not so much.” Wyatt rubbed one hand over Val’s hair and pressed his lips to Val’s forehead. “You do perfectly.” They leaned on one another and crossed the few feet to the smaller of the two doors. Wyatt tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “Jammed or locked from the outside somehow. Let’s try the bay door, though I suppose that’s locked as well.” He tried to open the bigger door, but it was indeed locked. “Got your phone?” Wyatt let go of Val and patted himself down. “Mine is gone.” Val leaned against the small section of wall between the two doors and searched his pockets. He shook his head. “No.” “Well, it was a long shot he’d leave us with a way to call for help.” Wyatt turned and took another look around the unit. “There was a tool chest here. Kevin probably took that, too.” He noted the fire extinguisher he’d seen earlier had been removed from its holder. A shiver worked its way down his spine, and an urgent need to get out tickled at the base of his skull. “No, I bet he never saw it. I kept tripping over it, so I shoved it back there.” Val pointed to a spot near the far end of the room. Wyatt grabbed Val’s face with both hands and gave him a wet, sloppy, noisy kiss. “I love you. You’re a natural at this!” He headed to the spot Val pointed to. “I’m really not,” Val muttered. “Your phone is right here.” Val stopped next to some boxes that were stacked about hip high. He held Wyatt’s phone up for him to see. Something cold and raw swept through Wyatt’s gut and made his breath catch in his throat. The shiver and desperate desire to escape now threatened to overshadow Wyatt’s ability to think clearly. He shoved speculation and conjecture about why his phone was there away. Don’t panic.  A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback, through Kindle Unlimited and your local library's digital catalog.     Declan stepped forward and put the glasses on Blair. He backed up and stood beside Forge, nodding. “I think that’s it.” “Yep,” Forge said. Blair threw both hands in the air. “I’m a vampire. The target knows I’m a vampire. He changed me. He’ll know I don’t need glasses. He’s seen me without glasses.” “All very true and accurate points. However,” Declan explained, “what you also are is a young man employed in a dead-end job despite your education and talents. Glasses aren’t simply used to correct vision, but to make a personal statement. People wear them who don’t need them because of the image they present. You’re trying to look like a serious, educated, hard worker who deserves a chance despite his past. You’re trying to escape your past and can’t. Don’t forget, you’re out to prove all the people who held you back are wrong.” “And you’re not getting any of those things. People perceive someone wearing a certain style of glasses as smarter, more trustworthy,” Forge finished. “Do you want to run through this again?” Blair’s shoulders slumped, and he dropped onto the bed behind him. His gaze fluctuated between Forge and Declan, and he sighed heavily. “I don’t want to be the one who loses this asshole.” “Blair,” Forge said softly and sat beside him. “We aren’t going to catch everyone. That’s life. This guy has gotten away from me and the FBI twice. He’s no amateur, and I’m sure he’s dodged others over the years. If he gets away, it won’t be your fault.” “I feel like all of you know what you’re doing, and I’m just fumbling around trying to catch up,” Blair confessed. “We’ve had a lot of practice, and Lucas has had some training with the police department,” Declan said. “You have a number of skills none of the rest of us do, and frankly, what you can do with a computer mystifies me.” “I keep telling you, you’ll do just fine.” Forge slipped one arm around Blair’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze. “We can’t fake the type of tech knowledge you have. You’re the only one among us who can pull this off. You get him where we want him, and Declan and I’ll do the rest.” “You’re going to kill him?” Blair still wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else,” Declan said softly and straightened his tie. “He’s here,” Palle said in their earbuds. “I’m in place,” Sayyna added. “Dane has contacted the local authorities.” “I’d better go track down Mr. Black.” Declan patted Blair’s shoulder on the way to the door. “Showtime.” Blair glanced at his tablet as an alert sounded. “I’ve got pings.” He pointed to the screen when Forge leaned in to see, and Declan moved back to Blair’s side. “These two. They’re communicating a lot all of a sudden and routing things through several Wi-Fi connections.” “That’s them?” Forge asked. Nodding, Blair said, “I think so, yes. I can pinpoint where in the hotel they are, I think. I’ll send the information to you,” he said to Declan. “That will save so much time. Good.” Declan took out his phone and watched the screen. Blair could tell by the way his eyes lit up and he smiled that Blair’s map and location indicator had appeared. “I’m on it,” Declan said and put his phone away. As they left the room, Blair grabbed his cane. He liked carrying it, and aside from it keeping his leg from hurting, the fact that it was also a weapon gave him an extra boost of confidence. Once out in the hall, they split up. Declan took one route, commenting as he moved so they’d know his progress in tracking Black. Once Declan had eyes on him, the man wouldn’t be getting out of the hotel. He’d let them know when Black was safely out of the picture. Human criminals could be handed over to police. Vampire criminals were a different story. As had been pointed out before, there wasn’t a human prison or jail cell on the planet that could detain a vampire or werewolf for very long. Forge picked up speed and started down the stairs a minute or so in front of Blair. He wandered to the bar while Blair went to the exhibition hall. Blair spotted the vampire and began moving among the displays, getting closer to him. Forge meandered into the hall, whistling softly and holding a drink in one hand, mingling among other guests. Blair kept getting closer to the vampire. He was glad this vampire couldn’t sense his feelings since he was fighting with himself to not turn and run. “Oh, no you don’t,” Declan said in Blair’s earbud. Sounds of a slight scuffle ensued, then Declan said softly, “Got his phone.” More voices joined in, and Declan added, “Thank goodness. This hooligan threatened me!” Across the room Forge dropped his chin to his chest and he groaned softly. That was Blair’s clue to make contact, and now his part would begin in earnest. He walked to the display where the vampire stood. Folding his hands in front of him, Blair stood to the side politely, as if waiting his turn. He glanced at the vampire, making sure to appear as though he was obviously checking him out and impressed with what he saw. Blair was very aware the vampire watched him out of the corner of his eye as well, scrutinizing every move Blair made. “Pretty cool stuff, huh?” Blair finally said. Quarry is available in eBook, paperback, Kindle Unlimited and through your local library digital catalog.   RECENT RELEASE 
Book Title: Hard Count: Book One of The Piper Ashton Saga Author and Publisher: Lucas Malone Cover Artist: Erin Craig Release Date: July 9, 2026/Paperback: July 31, 2026 Genres: Dark MM Sports Romance Tropes: Forbidden love, forced proximity Themes: Coming out Heat Rating: 4.5 flames Length: 67 000 words/369 pages This is book one of the series and ends on a cliffhanger. Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited 
Two rival quarterbacks. One owned by a monster and a wink. Blurb Meet Piper Ashton. One championship. One forbidden, toxic obsession. One secret that could burn the entire league to the ground. 
Excerpt - Chapter Seven Los Angeles The studio smelled of hot lights and baby oil. About the Author Lucas Malone writes glossy novels that feel like Thelma & Louise put the keys into their 1966 Ford Thunderbird and, instead of driving off a cliff, drove straight into a power plant across the street from a Birkin factory. When he is not writing, he is watching far too many movies, and trying to live a normal life collecting material for the continuing Piper Ashton Saga. He has a particular weakness for Paul Verhoeven movies and attractive people making terrible decisions. Social Media Links 
Wyatt scrambled around mentally, trying to remember the correct title to address a US Marshal. It seemed every branch of law enforcement had a different set of titles, and they all got pissed off if you called them by the wrong one. He went for the obvious. “Marshal Diamond, what can I do for you?” “It’s Inspector,” Griff Diamond corrected. Wyatt closed his eyes and cringed. Inspector Diamond continued, “But just call me Griff. I was given your name by a former colleague of yours, Kevin Fells?” Wyatt blew out a breath and pulled his arm out from under his head when Val returned and stretched beside him, handing him a glass of juice. “Years ago, we were both involved in some insurance investigations. He’s not really a friend.” He couldn’t imagine why an asshole like Fells, who hated gays in general and Wyatt in particular, would recommend him for anything. “He was also the brother of a… friend, but….” He didn’t know what to say and wondered why he was explaining this to a US Marshal. Griff laughed outright. It was a hearty, warm laugh that set Wyatt at ease. Val must have heard it, because he turned his head far enough and leaned over Wyatt’s chest to look at the phone, raising his eyebrows. “He’s a bit of an intense guy. I don’t think he was too happy about handing over your name, but he said you might be interested in some consulting work, and we needed someone with a few specialized skills.” There are more snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback, through Kindle Unlimited and your local library digital catalog.   
Meg Macy has a new MM contemporary book out, Love is Love book three: P.S. I Love You. Jackson Riley and Juliette (aka Jules) Baxter are enmeshed in new situations. Jack fled his latest trauma to act in a rom-com film, taking a break from his relationship with Reese, but now regrets his impulsiveness. His ex-lover Kyle is the least of his problems when odd things happen on set and off. Jules and Chris are committed to their new love affair and in charge of the breakfast café and a new bakery, but keeping on top of employees and finances is not yet a “piece of cake.” Family problems also plague Jules and Reese, while Jack discovers that acting in a film is totally different than acting on the stage. Will he ever answer Reese’s barrage of texts and voicemails? Will Reese solve the mystery of Jack’s mysterious past? Warnings: Past trauma. About the Series: In the Love Is Love series, these LGBTQA+ contemporary romance novels explore past hurts, healing, and the vulnerability of gay love and acceptance. Friendship, trust, courage, and resilience unite to combat fear and homophobia in reshaping lives and communities. AmazonExcerpt Life sometimes throws you a curveball out of nowhere. You either react fast and catch it, or you’re blindsided when it smacks you in the head. The latter applies to Jack Riley’s man, for sure. Reese Baxter missed the worst signs of trouble in their relationship. Jack knows all about those curveballs, too, after surviving on the streets. He shivers after stepping out of the shower and checks the new tattoo on his upper arm. It’s healed, for the most part, but his skin has raised goosebumps. Michigan ain’t that far from Ontario, but damn. It’s fucking cold in Canada. When he first woke, he caught a glimpse of fat snowflakes outside the window against the darkness. Back in Ann Arbor, he wore shorts and a tee in a string of days with upper sixties temperatures. No need for a coat or a hoodie. “Jesus. I’m gettin’ to be an old man bitchin’ about the damned weather.” The patio installation at the café must be almost finished for the one year celebration. Jack wouldn’t blame his bestie and co-owner, Jules Baxter, for going ahead without him. Not that he knows what’s happening, since he ain’t answered any anyone’s texts. After packing a suitcase, donning a sweatshirt he stole from Reese, Jack rode with Kyle Kingston to this town in Canada to share an old house with his ex-lover’s friends. At least until they find out where they’re gonna be sent for the film production. After toweling dry, Jack dons boxer briefs, jeans, a tee shirt, plus a wool and cashmere ice blue hoodie sweater he bought in Vegas. Takes out his makeup kit, adds moisturizer and bronzer. When his phone on the counter buzzes with a text, his hand slips. Cursing under his breath, he ignores the phone and wipes off his ruined eyeliner. Decides to go femboy with shimmery lavender shadow on his eyelids, contour and blush, then uses setting spray. He brushes and styles his hair, applies lip oil. At a loud crash, Jack rushes out of the bathroom. “What the hell, King! You okay?” Muffled mumbling reaches his ears. Kyle rises from the floor, hands blindly groping, and slides back under the covers. “Do I look okay? Goddammit,” he grumbles. “You didn’t have to insist on twin beds, Tink.” “Fuck off. You’re gonna be late if you ain’t got an alarm set.” He throws a pillow at Jack. “Go fuck yourself. I need more sleep.” “’Cause you got drunk last night.” Kyle pulls the covers over his head. Jack chose to ignore everyone last night, since the table read today is stressful enough. Jack kept waking up, the party keeping him from much needed sleep. Deep snores from the other bedrooms reach his ears now. He failed to memorize his dialogue due to the noise. Hope he don’t bomb today. Reese always helped him relax, rubbing his back, huggin’ or kissin’ him. Jack misses seeing his man’s deep blue eyes, dark hair, scruffy jaw, that broad smile. He inserts his earbuds and chooses a playlist. After tossing his kit on the flimsy bed, Jack heads to the kitchen. Good thing he set the machine up last night to brew at five a.m. Yawning, he fills two paper cups with black coffee. Adds lids to each... Until their production assistant can find a better place, he’s stuck here with actor friends of Kyle’s. Decent guys but total slobs. Having to share a room is another bone of contention. No way is Jack gonna film all day for two or three months with his ex-lover and deal with him all night, too. He wants privacy to chill on his own. That better happen, or he’s gonna pitch a fuckin’ fit. But Jack smiles to hear Conan Gray’s song, “Maniac.” Perfect choice, given how he ended up here with Kyle. His ex abandoned him, then turned up again outta the blue. Wantin’ him back, despite Jack bein’ with Reese now. He shoulda never let him get under his skin. Donning his boots, heavy parka, and gloves, Jack slings his backpack on one shoulder and carries the coffee cups into the cold. His breath steams in the air. He curses when a sip of coffee burns his tongue. It’s a ten minute walk to the table read location, but he ain’t in the mood to wait for Kyle. Too restless, Jack figures the fresh air will help clear his head. And bein’ early might make a good impression on the director. Whatever that’s worth. His homesickness keeps getting worse, his misery deep. Jack tramps on. Every step fails to ease his jumpy nerves. Why did he agree to do this film? For the money, of course, helping the café survive. They got so far in the red, Jack worried they’d lose everything. Until Reese stepped up and took over without telling him, renovating a building on the other side of the café’s parking lot into the Sunshine Bakery. That was a smart move. Less than a month after it opened, profits are paying off some of the debt. But his man stepped over the line, not telling him he paid half the new patio’s cost with Jules. “Too fuckin’ late to quit this rom-com,” Jack says aloud. “I’m an asshole, lettin’ Kyle talk me into it. I should be at the café, not a stupid table read.” Jack wished he listened to Stevie’s advice before running off. Regret hits him now. He misses Reese, bad. Seeing his man, sharing meals, cuddling after sex and playing with his chest hair, waking early to see him, his cheeks flushed, hair mussed, naked under a sheet. Or without anything covering his muscular shoulders, arms, and ass. Jack loved to watch Reese sleep or wake up, grumpy and silent, until he drinks coffee. “Dammit. Stop being so fucking stubborn and text him...” Author Bio National bestselling author Meg Macy first dreamed of seeing a book with her name on it in the school library. She’s always found comfort, adventure, and connection in books—which might explain why she now writes stories that offer all three. Meg writes LGBTQIA+ romance with a touch of spice, intrigue, and plenty of emotional payoff in the LOVE IS LOVE series. M/M romance and M/F polyamory, her stories are comfort reads with a twist. She's also written cozy mysteries for Kensington, the Shamelessly Adorable Teddy Bear series, and is one half of the D.E. Ireland team for the Agatha-Award nominated historical mysteries featuring Eliza Doolittle & Henry Higgins. She lives with her writing companion, Mr. Whiskers the cat, and prefers pages to parties. Author Website: http://www.megmacy.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/authormegmacy/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/MegMacyAuthor Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/meg.macy.author/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15751255.Meg_Macy Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/meg-macy/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Meg-Macy/author/B01N3KTK1N 
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